Evening comes to Romulus with a sound most towns don't have: the long low roll of a jet easing down toward Detroit Metro, close enough that the light off its belly crosses the yard. Underneath all that sky is flat southeast Michigan clay, and grass that will grow like it means it if somebody tends it right. American Turf Services works those lawns from Wayne Road out toward Merriman — mowing on a rhythm, running the edger clean along the walk, feeding the turf so a hot July doesn't burn it thin. Nothing in the day beats the last pass, when the stripes lie down straight and the whole yard reads as one green sheet. Come autumn the maples let go all at once and the work turns to pulling leaves off the grass before the ground goes cold. Ordinary work, done with care, on a patch of Michigan that deserves it.